I read about rain bombs. This is like a tropical storm, maybe the kind you get in West Australia, which happens after a hot spell. Well, I was waiting for the bus on Thursday around five o clock when the heavens opened for about fifteen minutes.

                   Today we were up Arthur's seat. The sky was very interesting. I lay flat on the grass and looked up for a while. This is a kind of Nyingma meditation, I think, though I suspect that's really for starry nights.  Mind like space.